[color=FFDAB9][h1][b]Killian Damien Jones[/b][/h1][/color]

Killian inched his frame out of the car, eyes glued upon the small store's entrance, before tuning them towards his companions. Oscar wouldn't be a problem. Azulia on the other hand showed every sign of mourning. Then again there where still humans who did tend to stick to gothic traditions, as if shouting to the prae that they were rebels waiting for a massive war, which would most likely happen sooner then wanted. Or at least in the guy's opinion.

He glanced at his party once again before clearing his throat. Damn did the man want to tell them to stay put but in the other hand none of the three knew what to expect. Would they open the entrance to a massive blood bath? We're there enemies inside laying in wait to ambush them? Was the bad ass professor finally killed? [color=#FFDAB9][i]"Impossible. The outcome so far had been proved to be a challenge. Well considering what the professor had been through over the years I've known him."[/i][/color]The human thought to himself. As if the man had found the fountain of immortality. Something which even the kindest of souls would kill in order to gain a everlasting life.

The man nearly choked on the idea. Where had that single thought originated? Was it always there inside the back of his mind just waiting for the perfect timing to strike? [i][color=#FFDAB9]" Focus on taking care of the professor. After that ask what happened."[/color][/i]The human mumbled to himself as he turned right at the front of vehicle. Once at the left corner Killian turned left and walked to the passenger side, discreetly avoiding accidentally slamming in Oscar. He opened the glove apartment, practally throwing newspaper clippings into the floor, then mentioning something to the effect of found it out loud.

At first glance the small object looked like a leather bag but closer inspection would tell other wise. On the front, where the paint had lightened in color, showed the familiar first aid symbol. At the edges the black paint had worn down to reveal the usual red coloring. Killian quickly opened the bag, noting that the kit had been recently filled with basic medical supplies, ostensible nodding while shutting the bag.

[color=FFDAB9]"Azulia, might I suggest on waiting on giving that letter to Charles? At least until we know what exactly happened and if he's truly injured?"[/color]He commented. The human patiently waited for her response, giving a slight nod to show he had received the message, and lead the small unit to the entrance. When the man was directly at the door he placed a hand on the knob, being as quiet as possible to open it on instinct. There was no doubt this would backfire on the three of them later on which could lead towards a punishment of some shorts. A well earned action in the human's mind.

The man forced himself to completely open the object, releasing a small groan at noticing a tiny crowd of strangers, as well as looking for his friend.